Can one cope with the lockdown, and still get vacationing done?
The piccies and odes below, show how Inchcock managed this
fete, feet, feat!
I started my wondering, my holiday,
The junk room I was in, so I did stay,
Watched video, although no BluRay,
I viewed episodes, of Red Dwarf and Stingray,
Had nibble of yoghourt, strawberry,
By gum it was nice, to escape as they say!
My next vacation, to the kitchen, it was untidy,
Washed my socks and blue beret,
I was content, not uptight or snidey,
In fact, I was moving well, not torpidly,
I was relaxed, my mind working unhurriedly,
So I left the messy scullery,
Then went on a tour of the balcony!
The windows let in the ice-like rain,
Leaving me wet, cold and unhappy again,
Although stubbing my toe was a pain,
But this trip out wasn’t mundane,
The bleeding left me with a bloodstain,
My slippers’ll have to be cleaned again,
But my sense of humour I did retain,
Porcelain Throne, needed, that I must not retain,
I hope it passes easily and is not a painful strain!
My most used and popular room of them all,
A place where I’ve had many a fall,
Accifaupas, Whoopsiedangleplops I have in there,
Well above my fair-share,
The wet room, always something to hurt, scare or enthral
Good stuff too, to be fair,
Sometimes on the Throne, I see passings in freefall,
Others, with blockages, nothing moves, at all,
Yes, the seat seems to get heavy wear,
At times in there, there’s little fresh air,
Bleach & disinfectant I do share,
It’s a losing battle, but do I care?
Sometimes, I think I must be bilingual,
Frustrated, my language can be, erm… individual,
Naughty words used, I do declare,
When the flush doesn’t work, despair!
No wonder I’ve got no hair!
Then there’s the Sock-Glide in there,
Gives me many a nightmare,
It nips, pinches finger-ends, traps your finger hair,
Blood flows using it’s unfair,
It drives me, nearly nuclear…
I had planned to visit the ground floor,
But the situation down there was desperate for sure,
Trying to find a way out, I stubbed my toe,
Perhaps later, I’ll give it another go?
Still, I mustn’t complain, though!
Written on the spur of the moment, I apologise!